Thursday, September 14, 2006

Nutmeg has become very strident in her insistence that there is a girl baby in my tummy. A couple days ago at Target she wanted to buy some decorative knobs for her changing table that had butterflies and flowers on them. Since I guess the changing table will be used by the new baby soon, I told her to wait until we find out if we are having a boy or a girl. "We're having a girl!" she told me, exasperated. Every time I tried to tell her that we won't find out till our ultrasound next week, she shouted me down.

Today, I was reading her a book where a girl was buying a balloon for her little brother. Nutmeg was sitting on my shrinking lap, leaning against my tummy."If you have a little brother, will you buy him a balloon?" I asked."I would rather have a little sister instead," she replied."Well, we'll see. I might have a girl baby or a boy baby in my tummy.""It's just a girl," she told me."How do you know?""Because I feel her in there.""With your hands?""No," she said, and I thought, Aha! Now she's going to reveal how her psychic powers work. "I feel her with my back," she explained.